New to Dream Views

I signed up for another forum but it seems rather slow so going to give this one a try.

I have had very vivid dreams as long as I can remember. Some of them disturbing, some of them meaningful, some with distinct messages, and some perhaps even hinting at a past life (recurrent). This latest one though.... puzzled because I do not have a tendency toward nightmares. I don't watch television so that is not influencing any dreams either.

This is the latest one from last night that kind of shook me just a bit.

July 9, 2015

Starts out with what looks like an abandoned town, lots of buildings, department stores, warehouses etc. Outskirts with a few larger vacant lots and then a little further out still, abandoned homes/farms. Everything looked rather grey.

Went inside one of the warehouses and there were people inside shopping. Some sort of major clearance sale. Everything from clothing to electronics, furniture, new and used, books, household things, mismatched dishes. Almost like someone had gone to every home in town and cleaned them out, placing them in this warehouse for a huge yard sale.

I am walking around and looking at things when I picked up a knitted sweater; oatmeal color with occasional bits of colored yarn throughout. Very simple. Someone comes up behind me and says, “They’re ready for you.” I followed the person, couldn’t see their face, only their back. Dark haired slender young man. No idea who it is.

We come to a section of the warehouse that is roped off from the rest of the sections and there are a couple of long conference tables, some chairs, and a crew dressed all in black; though casually dressed, just all in black. A blonde man moving floodlights. A brunette woman checking what appears to be microphones on a boom, and another man, bald man, setting up different size cameras.

The bald man comes up to me and asks if I’m “ready.” I asked if people were going to be able to see me and he assured me, “No, your face will be distorted so no one will know who you are.” He sits me down at the head of one of the conference tables and I started drumming my fingers on the table kind of in a nervous way as the crew dressed in black were still scurrying around setting whatever this was up. Pretty soon, I notice people gathering around the other side of the roped off area. Someone had put up those red ropes you would see at movie theaters. I started to get a little more nervous.

Next, the blonde woman comes over and puts aerial photos in front of me of four sections of land. The photos show my brother’s first two initials and then his last name on two pieces of property marked in yellow and then two pieces outlined in yellow with my sister-in-law’s initials and last name.

C.A. *** T.M. ***
T.M. *** C.A. ***

I can only do the layout and not the aerial pic of the land obviously but this was how it was laid out.

As quickly as the woman put the pictures in front of me, she took them away, did not explain what they were for, what I was supposed to do with them (if anything), and didn’t say anything else.

Next, two more men, also dressed in casual but all black clothing, come through the ropes and they are each hauling a large piece of furniture. When they are turned around, they both appeared to be old console type televisions; the type that were built into a cabinet. They both had doors on the front so as to hide the television when not being used.

Suddenly, I am in front of the cabinets and someone opened the cabinet door for the one on the right. The left one remained closed. Next thing, I am on the floor and making a strange screaming sound, I feel like my legs, and arms are shaking uncontrollably. Not like a seizure. Nothing hurt, they were just shaking out of control and I can’t say anything. My mouth is closed but it sounds like I am trying to scream with my mouth closed. As quickly as that started, it stopped and I quickly reached out to open the cabinet door on the left and found not a television set but shelves full of neatly crinkled but shredded paper inside.

I was out of breath and I turned to the bald man and said very forcefully and loud, “YOU CAN’T LET HIM OUT. HE ISN’T IN THIS ONE!!!” He turned around, looked at the cabinet on the right, and pointed at it. (At some point, the cabinet door on the right had been closed but I didn’t see who closed it but it was closed and I knew somehow that this having been closed was significant.) No one else seemed to notice that it had been closed. The men who brought it in quickly covered the cabinet with thick black canvas tarps and wheeled it away.

I felt shaken, scared, terrified even, until they started wheeling the cart away that had the cabinet on the right away from me.

Then I woke up.